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The Man with the Knife

May 16, 2007

Watching two people fistfight is not something that generally offends me, though it's mildly annoying when I don't know why they are fighting. I always secretly hope they have a really good reason, like one man is protecting the honor of his woman or something, but that's rarely the case.

It usually occurs to me how ignorant they appear, particularly when it's completely obvious that neither machismo is all that interested in actually lobbing the first blow. Their collective apathy results in lots of shouting and taunting by each opponent, and lots of gawking on the part of the passers-by. At least, that's what I assume happens, since I've never witnessed two men fighting, like really fighting, aside from a boxing ring or Hollywood. Until this weekend.

I was walking through the parking lot of a shopping center in Dallas when I suddenly happened upon two men with their dukes up. It took me a couple seconds to realize what I was watching occur, and even then it wasn't until I heard one sneer, "C'mon, man. C'mon." that I became concerned. (Not for their safety, but for mine. Is there some kind of street-fighting etiquette that states that innocent pedestrians who simply walk by will actually be pulled into the fight and used as a human bulwark? If so, stop worrying yourself: I'm safe.)

Like moths to flames, bystanders formed a loose circle around the two, watching in disbelief as the men began fighting. With fists. And lots of yelling. For no apparent reason. And? ONE HAD A KNIFE. A dagger. In his hand.

While walking through the parking lot, I stealthily glanced around, wondering whether anyone else was concerned by the knife. Several people whipped out phones to call the police. Or, at least I assumed they called the police. Maybe they were just taking pictures with their camera phones, in which case my faith in society would be shattered.

I kept walking, as quickly as I could, until I found myself standing on the pavement opposite my car. I peeked over my shoulder for one more fleeting look, and then continued on my way. I was slightly conflicted: should I have stayed and watched my first fight – some sort of strange rite of passage into adulthood – or should I have walked on, ignoring them, as though their problems were no concern of my own?

I chose to walk on, to choose the path that wouldn't maim my innocence, to leave the goading and jabbing behind. I'm of the opinion that adults should be adults and should work through transgressions with others using words rather than weapons.

More so, selfishly, I didn't want my body used as a human shield. And that's worth it, don't you think?

Comments

1

First of all, funny....initially, I was going to say I have never seen a fight in person and then my ex husband came to mind and thus, I was initially incorrect.
I actually had to jump on his back to keep him from seriously injurying another man with a Club - the kind to keep your car from being stolen, not the kind of cavemen.
Second, good for you for keeping on walking and not joining in the fanfare encircling the childish men.
Third, I think next time it may be a good idea to snap off a pic or two....you know, in case the police need a good description of the man wielding the dagger!
Oh yeah, and good use of the word "dukes"!

2

A dagger or just a knife? Those bring to mind very different mental pictures. A dagger seems more gentlemanlike as if it was an old movie or book and they were challenging each other to a duel. A knife brings to mind something dirty and foldable and used as a rich man's shank.

3

KT: Based on the definitions you provided, it was a dagger. Though not gentlemanly. It was not the folding kind - it was much too long to be the folding kind - and I like to imagine the knife-wielding man last used it to filet a fish.

4

This is exactly the reason why I stay in the Plano/Allen/McKinney area and rarely get out of my car. I'm paranoid like that.

5

Scary. I don't understand the impulse people have to crowd around a fight. I would get as far away from it as possible. Especially if a weapon were involved. Meanwhile, H would be in the front of the crowd, calling the police because he is super nosey and must be involved in everything.

6

I remember the first time I saw two guys fighting, and once funny is that I was just thinking of it last night. I think I'm psychic. Or I've somehow developed some twin-like ESP with you. Maybe it's the curly hair.

Anyway, it was my sophomore year in high school, and my boyfriend and I were coming back from off-campus lunch. We were walking through the school parking lot when we saw two senior guys throwing punches and slamming each other into other people's cars. Just like the one you saw, a crowd formed very quickly around the guys. My boyfriend stopped to watch. "Only animals watch each other fight," I said, and I walked into the school building.

And hockey games? Everyone loves when people get into fights in hockey games. Not me. Especially when the ice gets blood on it.

I think fighting is stupid -- in sports, on cars and especially with weapons.

7

I would have stayed and used the excuse that I had to make sure the police made it ... oh! And that they'd need witnesses.

I probably should get cable or something b/c obviously my life is not full enough of crap.

You are such the adult.
I am patting you on the back.
Feel that?

8

I hope there were no kids when it was happened.

Btw, you did the right thing.

9

I'm not for violence, but I do think duking it out between two men is a lost art. In "Next Friday" there's a scene where the main character confronts a drug dealer or something. The dealer has a gun and someone says, "What happened to the day when men just used fists," or something to that effect.

Really, let's be men and duke it out and the one who is standing wins and we move on.

Weapons are for sissies.

~Jef

10

Did the dagger have Jewls on the handle? It seems to me that a dagger would have a golden hilt embedded with rubies and emeralds.

Otherwise, I think it would be a knife.

11

All I can picture now is Robin Williams in "Dead Poets Society" doing John Wayne doing Shakespeare - "Is this a dagger I see before me?"

When fights truly get out of control and someone is getting the crap beaten out of them, it's not pretty. You were smart to walk away.

12

A side note: We should all draw a collective sigh of relief because a) you are safe b) my husband doesn't read/comment on blogs....Otherwise he's be asking you 53 questions about the knife and getting back to us with the basic make and model of it, or a list of suspects. (Knife collectors= Nutty)

He'd also be telling us "The most common knives in fights are $10 or less cheap imported knock-off crap..."

Honestly? I wouldn't *want* to stay...but I'd probably have rung the police and waited around the corner to watch their ign'nt arses get arrested.

13

Because things tend to get blown out of proportion the more people that get involved, can the knife that became a jewel-encrusted-dagger, now be a silver sword?

I would have walked, because I don't want to see blood.

As for society, I was stuck in traffic because of lookie loos who were watching some guy get arrested on the sidewalk (he was all fighty) and the broad in front of me was stopped taking pictures with her phone. Me getting out of the car to punch her in the neck would be the only valid reason for fighting in public. :)

14

obvious that neither machismo is all that interested in actually lobbing the first blow, which apathy generally results

Um, Jes, this sentence made no sense to me... also, I'm LIVID because you didn't stay to take pics with your camera phone. I mean, THAT IS BLOG GOLD BABY!!! BLOG FREAKIN' GOLD!!!!

15

When I was in high school, on one of my first trips to Dallas without adult supervision, my friends and I were driving through downtown when we saw two old men at a bus stop, and one was just pummeling the heck out of the other. And I think, I think, that the one getting hit was in a wheelchair.

Yea. That left an impression. And even now, when people talk about revitalizing the downtown, I just think, 'yeah, well, we'll see,' and I picture that moment.

I'm glad you're ok.

16

I was driving back to my apt one TX/OU weekend after picking up a friend at the airport and on the SMU exit ramp was about 6-8 guys who had jumped from their cars and were pummeling each other. Then the light turned green and they got back in their cars and drove off. It was one of the weirdest things I have ever seen.

17

Hang out at enough of some of the redneck bars we have in Georgia....and you'll grow accustomed to it.




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